Chapter 125 Medical Genius Girl
Monica’s retort enraged Patrick. Life had become unbearable; everyone was withdrawing funds, pushing him toward bankruptcy. He’d initially been fond of Monica, but his dislike now soared.
“Monica, you dare talk back! Look at the damage you've caused! Everyone is mocking me! I considered forgiving you, for Pamela's sake, but the birthday party was a humiliation, and then Olive turned out to be Elvis's wife—all your fault!” Patrick yelled.
Monica, equally furious, retorted, “Patrick, you’re selfish! You cling to us when we're valuable, then discard us. You claim to love Pamela, but you only love yourself!”
“Shut up!” Patrick lunged forward, slapping Monica.
She crashed onto the sofa, covering her face. Staggering up, she cried, “Patrick, you hit me again! We’re fighting!”
She charged at him. He easily overpowered her, grabbing her neck and slapping her repeatedly.
The scene was terrifying. Servants cowered in the corners, too frightened to intervene. Pamela, witnessing the fight from the doorway, intervened calmly, “Enough! Stop fighting!”
Patrick and Monica reluctantly separated. Patrick’s face was scratched and reddened; Monica’s makeup was ruined, her face marred by slap marks.
Monica ran to Pamela, crying, “Pamela, your father hit me first! He thinks we’re useless!”
Patrick glared at Pamela, his usually cherished daughter. His voice was cold. “Pamela, have you seen Augustine? What’s with him? Are you trying to make him divorce Olive and marry you?”
Pamela replied calmly, “Dad, don’t worry. Elvis will divorce Olive and marry me.”
Patrick’s expression softened slightly.
“Pamela,” he said, “your father has always had high hopes for you. I groomed you, spending a fortune and giving you Olive’s mother’s medical book—an extremely valuable text, sought after for years. Even just one volume is incredibly precious!”
Pamela’s medical skills had blossomed thanks to that book, transforming her from someone with little talent into a medical prodigy.
“Dad, who was Olive’s mother? Did she write that book? What’s her connection to Imperial City?” Pamela asked.
Patrick, wistful and nostalgic, shook his head. “I don’t know much. I only know the Silver Medical University originated in Imperial City. The central branch is beyond our reach. She came from there. The old man might know more, but he’s never spoken of it.”
Olive’s mother remained a mystery. Pamela said nothing; she sensed a powerful, enigmatic force surrounding her. She was astonished by the first volume alone and wondered how many more existed. It had been willed to Olive, but Patrick gave it to Pamela, believing Olive, abandoned after her mother's death, would waste the knowledge.
Pamela was elated. “Dad, Olive only has a high school degree and no medical talent. Elvis is infatuated now, but that won’t last. I’ve contacted Professor Ruger of Holy Nile Academy; he’ll come to LA.”
Patrick’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s fantastic! The rumors are damaging, but with St. Paul's as your alma mater and Professor Ruger’s arrival, public opinion will change. You’re far more talented than Olive.”
Pamela, avoiding further humiliation, knew she needed to act. She trusted her talent to clear her name.
“Dad, I’m tired. I’ll rest. Please, don’t fight anymore. This will make the news,” she said, heading upstairs.
Monica reached for her. Pamela stared at her, resentful. If not for Monica’s meddling, she would be Mrs. Augustine.
Pamela coldly withdrew her hand and ascended the stairs. Monica was left feeling defeated and alone, the rift with Pamela widening, Patrick's hatred growing, and her own future looking bleak.